Top Secret
“What do you call this sauce?” Bernie said.
We were out on the patio back of Max’s Memphis Ribs, Bernie seated at a table, Cleon Maxwell standing beside it, me underneath with a big juicy rib.
“The sauce?” Cleon said. “I call it Max’s Top-Secret World’s Best BBQ Sauce.”
“Great name,” Bernie said. “What’s in it?”
Cleon laughed. “Nice try.”
“There’s Dijon mustard, I know that.”
“I confirm or deny nada,” Cleon said. He went over to another table where two big bald guys were chowing down.
“Wish I knew the ingredients,” Bernie said.
Ingredients? A new one on me. And who cared? I got that rib bone against those hard-to-reach back teeth and grinded away at it just the way I like. Does that feel great or what?
Tags: Max's Memphis Ribs
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4:29 am on May 13th, 2009
I grind my teeth two. Clench all night long. Not so great for me, though. And you should hear my dentist!
4:30 am on May 13th, 2009
Uh, too, not two. Sheesh. I know you don't mind, Chet, but my little mistake there *grinds* me to the bone.
5:27 am on May 13th, 2009
For Chet, two is plenty no matter how you spell it!
Except – maybe – when ribs are involved.